“Okay.” Sara started to strip off her clothes, and Rachel watched, transfixed.
The smooth golden skin of her stomach caught and held Rachel’s attention as Sara slowly lifted her T-shirt.
“Hey, are you just going to stand and watch?” Sara grinned at her and whipped her T-shirt over her head. She stood there, naked from the waist up, eyes full of mischief.
Rachel’s gaze swept down over Sara’s throat. She imagined sinking her teeth into the skin there and let out a low growl. “I might,” she whispered. “The view’s great.” She glanced lower—the jut of Sara’s collarbone drawing her eye.
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” Rachel stepped close enough that her T-shirt brush against Sara’s bare chest. Swallowing Sara’s gasp with a kiss, she reached up and cupped her breasts, thumb trailing lightly over her nipples.
Sara kissed her back, hard, and grabbed her waist for support. Claw tips pressed against Rachel’s lower back, and she felt the edge of Sara’s fangs against her lips. Pleasure built low in her belly, the sharp sting of claws and teeth only heightening it.
If they were going to shift and run, it needed to be now or they’d both be lost to instinct. The urge to bond already threatened to take over, and it took Rachel all her self-control to step back and put some distance between them.
Breathing heavily, she took another step back, out of arm’s reach, and pulled off her top. Sara watched her with heavy-lidded eyes. Fangs fully out now and dark hair tumbling around her bare shoulders, she looked more beautiful than ever.
Tension crackled in the air around them, so thick Rachel could taste it. They shed the rest of their clothes in silence, and Rachel shifted immediately, before the sight of Sara’s naked body tempted her into changing her mind.
The pain of shifting cleared her head a little, and she shook out her fur, eager to feel the wind through it.
She whined for Sara to hurry up and shift.Come on.But Sara walked over to her and knelt to run a hand through her fur.
“You’re so beautiful like this.” She leaned in close and touched her forehead to Rachel’s. When Rachel whined again, she laughed. “Okay, I’m coming.”
In the blink of an eye, Sara shifted into her wolf—mahogany brown, almost the same shade as her human hair. Rachel walked over to her and bumped her nose against Sara’s shoulder.Time to run.
With an excited bark, she turned and set off across the field, the sound of Sara hot on her heels making her run that bit faster. With the Cornish sea air whipping through her fur and filling her lungs, Rachel raced across the fields towards the sound of crashing waves and seagulls.
